"It's not wine, what is that? I thought that Brother Tang was also moved by the scene of snow, green ants and red mud that night, and specially warmed the wine for my little brother to ward off the cold. Now it seems that it was an empty dream to fetch water from a bamboo basket." The young man seemed to be infinitely aggrieved. He turned to look at Tang Zhuoqing playing with the porcelain cups, but his sharp eyes discovered that all the porcelain cups on the table were as clear as sapphire white, elegant and natural.